Sophia's POV
The manor was dark when I finally got home.
David had insisted on driving me back, making sure I got inside safely before leaving. My head was still foggy from the champagne, my body aching from the near-miss with that car. All I wanted was a hot shower and my bed.
But the moment I stepped through the front door, I knew something was wrong.
A single lamp was on in the living room. Vito sat in his wheelchair facing the entrance, his dark sunglasses reflecting the dim light. His posture was rigid, his jaw set in that way that meant trouble.
"Where have you been?"
The question came out cold. Flat. Like a blade wrapped in silk.
"Work celebration," I said carefully, setting down my purse. "The investment came through. My team wanted to celebrate."
"And you couldn't answer y
